I love ferns. Always have. This year, I introduced them into my garden and they are thriving. I took a risk planting them. You see, there is a huge maple tree in my front yard and it sucks every ounce of water out of my flower beds. In reality, nothing should thrive because of that tree. Regardless of that, I select what I love and sometimes my plants don’t survive the summer.
No worries, though. My garden is a lot like life. How often do we take the easier route to everything? How often do we do what people expect of us even though our spirit wants us to do what is authentic for ourselves? How often do we wait for the perfect time to do anything,or say something or be who we truly are? Too damn often!
Seems the older I get, the more I grow into myself. I am bolder. I take chances more than I contemplate them. I say what is on my mind. I see opportunities and I jump on them. I realize, now, that if you do not do the things your heart beckons you to do or you do not say the things to people you really want to say, you may never get another chance.
I believe in the impossible. I believe that nothing is completely off limits. I believe in jumping and knowing the net is going to appear. I just believe…that alone thrills me to pieces.
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